Many people have a problem with keeping boredom away. And this is true, in spite of the fact that technology has brought us much more things to do in the way of entertainment. Never has there been so many things at our fingertips to enjoy and keep us busy. Yet we still get bored very easily and tired of things quickly. Our attention spans are shorter, and our appreciation for entertainment has dulled.
Being bored while still having the options to do things is bad enough. But being bored when those options have been taken away, is a whole deeper level of boredom. Because it now has a panic factor involved. You can not do something, even if you wanted, because it is simply not there. I suffered from this panic when I rented a new apartment, and left my parents house.
I moved a little sooner than I had planned, and was only able to bring a few of the things I owned, and a few things my parents let me have. The rest was to be delivered by my brother with his truck in about four days. That left me with very little to do for amusement. I did manage to bring my Ibanez acoustic electric guitar with me, so plucking around on that was a little comforting.
I plucked around and played a few of my favorites, until it soon became tiresome to me. I stared at the walls for some time trying to figure out what to do. I was so lost. I really did not know how I was going to stand this for four days. Then I remembered that one of the boxes I brought had a paint set in it. I loved painting, so I dug it out and painted for a while. Until that left me bored. Now I was just at a total loss.
I had never felt so lost. I had no idea what to do to amuse myself. And to keep doing what I had already done, for four more days, over and over, really was a painful thought. Suddenly, I had a bright idea. I was going to create a fantasy for myself. I walked into the back room and found my brown boots and pulled them on. Then I went to the mirror in the bathroom and painted my face like a rock star. In no time at all I had a new face, ready to be photographed and grace an album cover.
I went back to the front room and grabbed my guitar, and pulled over the dyson all floors vacuum that was in the corner, and put it in front of my only chair. I sat in the chair, put my feet up on the vacuum, and began to play and sing like a hard rocker. I soon became lost in this act of creativity.
By the time my brother arrived with the rest of my things, four days later, I had managed to write five really great songs. Everyone I played them for were amazed at how good they were. I was really proud of myself. I had discovered that with a little alone time, and some creativity, you can really accomplish some things. And without all the technological things we entertain ourselves with today. I was now able to entertain myself, and then entertain others too.
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